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28 June 2017

It's Wednesday here in Ohio.
I see the sun before 6,
  and it's still out after 9.
The marathon nearby
  ...is just a gas station.
The grass is someimes green
  but someplaces summer brown.
The wind is brisk and breezy
  - it's in the 40's here.
There's a minor league team in Toledo,
  still playing the 20th century.
There's a lake to the north,
  (call it Erie)
  that flows across Niagara,
  but that's far east of here.
Alone in this hotel room,
  I drink water from a plastic cup,
  that came in a plastic sleeve,
  thinking about my mother,
  who once wrote a song bout such things.
So alone.
                




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